Chapter 371 She Wanted To Make A Deal With Him (Extra)
Coincidentally, Cecelia suddenly squatted down, and Queenie, who threw herself into the air, fell uncontrollably into the dye vat.
âAhhâ¦â
Queenie screamed and fell into the dye vat with a âplopâ, splashing a large area of dark green water.
The surrounding people all stepped back in surprise.
The dyeing vat was not very deep. After she fell headlong into the dyeing vat, her body was immediately surrounded by dirty, foul-smelling water.
Queenie kept struggling in the dirty water, but the more she struggled, the more she polluted.
Looking at the struggling woman, Ceceliaâs eyes were cold. She had caught Queenieâs little trick behind her in the waterâs reflection.
Queenie wanted to push her down, so Cecelia squatted down in time to let Queenie fan the air.
Now Queenie went down to feel the taste of the dye vat.
âHelpâ¦â
Everyone came to their senses. Cecelia exclaimed, âOh my God, why do Queenie fall into the dye vat?â
Alfred looked at his granddaughter who had fallen into the dye vat and did not know what to say about her. âEdwin, donât just stand there. Go down and save your sister!â
âOkay, Iâll go down right away!â
Edwin was about to take off his shoes and go down to save Queenie, but Cecelia had already found a bamboo pole. âNo need to go down, I have a bamboo pole!â
She stuck the bamboo pole into the water and the bamboo pole just stabbed Queenieâs stomach.
Queenie let out a painful howl, âAhâ¦â
âSorry, Queenie, I donât notice. Grab the bamboo pole and come up quickly!â
Cecelia placed the bamboo pole in front of Queenie. Queenie clung to it and was pulled to shore.
After Queenie came out of the dye vat, she, who was originally dressed exquisitely in white, now looked like a green-haired monster rising from the garbage heap, with green algae covering her body.
âCough⦠cough⦠cough⦠retchâ¦â
Queenie was choked by water and kept coughing after getting on shore. The taste of dirty water was not good, which stimulated her to nausea and vomit uncontrollably.
When Alfred saw her like this, he frowned. He stood up with his hands behind his back and questioned, âWhat happened? You followed behind. Why did you fall into the dye vat?â
Queenie felt so wronged that she wanted to cry, and so sick that she wanted to vomit. It was also difficult to explain the reason why she fell into the dye vat.
Cecelia volunteered to help explain, âGranduncle Alfred, perhaps the stone by the dye vat is slippery, and Queenie accidentally slipped on her feet. I almost slipped just now, so you should be careful too.â
Queenie was furious in her heart. It was all because the damn Cecelia suddenly squatted down, or else she wouldnât have fallen!
She didnât hit the weasel, but got a lot of trouble!
âGo and wash yourself!â
Queenie reeked of foul odor. Alfred glared at her, thinking she was more of a hindrance than a help.
âCome on, Queenie, Iâll accompany you to the faucet to help you rinse off.â
Cecelia faintly curled her lips and looked at the extremely embarrassed Queenie. Her cold eyes were full of warning.
If Queenie dared to make any sneak attack next time, then be prepared to suffer the consequences!
âGranduncle Alfred, letâs go somewhere else!â
Cecelia and Alfred continued to visit the entire Songo Dyehouse.
Alfred leaned on his cane, looked across the entire courtyard, and asked, âCecelia, what do you think?
Is there any hope for us to rebuild the Songo Dyehouse?â
âIf the Songo Dyehouse is in your hands for one more day, Iâm afraid it will never be rebuilt in your lifetime.â Cecelia was outspoken.
Alfredâs eyes became sharp, âWhat do you mean by that?â
âGranduncle Alfred, itâs been fifty or sixty years. What have you done during these fifty or sixty years?
The Songo Dyehouse has fallen into such a state. Shouldnât you take responsibility for it? If you really wanted to rebuild the Songo Dyehouse, you would have done it long ago. You havenât paid attention to this, have you?â
Faced with Ceceliaâs questioning, Alfredâs expression altered slightly, and he sighed, âThatâs because we lost The Collection of Fragrant Clothes, so we canât resume work.â
âIs it really because of The Collection of Fragrant Clothes?â
Ceceliaâs suspicion made Alfred faintly displeased. âOtherwise, what else could it be?â
Cecelia sneered, âGranduncle Alfred, why donât we make a deal?â
âWhat deal?â
There was a hint of suspicion on his aged face. He could not guess what Cecelia wanted to do.
âYou transfer the Songo Dyehouse to me, and I will be responsible for carrying forward the Songo Dyehouse.â
Alfredâs frown deepened. âThe Songo Dyehouse has been passed down for hundreds of years. It is a microcosm of history and the essence of the Songo family. How can I transfer it casually? If I can transfer it, do you know how many people want it? I have risked my life to protect the Songo Dyehouse to this day.â
Cecelia laughed, âGranduncle Alfred, itâs not because you want to protect the Songo Dyehouse, but because you donât have the ownership and disposal rights of the Songo Dyehouse. Because the title deed of the Songo Dyehouse is not in your hands, right?â
Alfred was stunned and gasped, âDid your grandmother give it to you?â
âGranduncle Alfred, the reason you are asking this question is that the title deed to the Songo Dyehouse is indeed not in your possession, and you do not have ownership! As the descendant of Cassie, it is only natural for me to inherit the Songo Dyehouse!â
âYou⦠how dare you deceive me?â
Only then did Alfred realize that he had been tricked by Cecelia. She learned from him that he did not have the title deed of the Songo Dyehouse, and used this to threaten him to transfer the Songo Dyehouse.
This girl was too wicked!
âDonât worry, Granduncle Alfred. As the heir of the Songo Dyehouse, I must shoulder my responsibilities. And donât worry, I will help you fulfill your unfulfilled wishes!â
âYou⦠youâ¦â
Alfred looked at the smiling Cecelia, but only felt that her smile was exceptionally cold and hidden.
At this time, several cars arrived outside the Songo Dyehouse, and a group of people in work uniforms got out of the cars and walked towards them.
âMaster Songo, congratulations! Congratulations to your family for finding the heir of the Songo Dyehouse!â
The heads of cultural relics institutions under the Cultural Administration of Porema, the heads of the Land Administration, and the heads of the Notary Public Office were the first to arrive, and several important leaders also came to congratulate.
Alfred was taken by surprise. He didnât inform these people to come here. How could they come here?
Seeing Ceceliaâs faint smile, he realized that it might be a trap set by her.
It was clearly a trap.
âAh, Director Hunter, Director Turner, Director Brook, how dare I bother you?â Alfred had to make an effort to greet them.
âNot at all. The Songo Group is Poremaâs leading enterprise, and Master Songo is our most respected elder. I heard that you are going to return the Songo Dyehouse to the granddaughter of the original heir Cassie. Naturally, we have to come and witness it.â
âYes, Master Songo, you are truly a man of great virtue, and your spirit of preserving the heritage is worth learning and carrying forward!â
After the leaders finished speaking, they looked at Cecelia and said, âSo this must be Miss Cecelia, Cassieâs granddaughter? Weâve seen you on the news. Although you are young, you are very brave and discerning.â
Cecelia smiled and nodded, âThank you for your recognition of me. Since all the relevant personnel are here today, then the transfer ceremony will officially begin! Please come in!â
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